This is a song about "Dirty habbit"

Yo we get the dank and bounce

And i'm from the dirty south,

I splash your dirty ass,

Just put your hand on the glass

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch

For clockin dirty dollars

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

Because we're dirty and fucked in the head,

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Hella dirty like i'm paris hilton

You just working with the scraps you was given

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

Watching cowards burn, i'm your dirty thoughts brought

Dirty lets get dirty boy it's only us two

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you